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She was told it was taboo to associate with him. They said he was strange, some even said the devil was in him. But she didn’t care. She followed him that night to the copse and watched him in the full moon light. He was naked and crouched low to the ground. Her footsteps alerted him. He looked up, his eyes red, shone in the dark.
“Run!”Posted By Helen On 05.14.2013 @ 10:08 pm
It may be as simple a concept as the one about ‘wheat’ but the thing is we have to answer precisely with what’s in our mind when we think about this particular concept. Right now we wish we could play Stronghold, that little game that tormented our childhood; I would also love to run in a field.Posted By Helen On 03.30.2013 @ 5:57 am
Betty ran from the house, terrified. She knew she shouldn’t have. The tornado was straight in her path, whirling it ways towards her. Could she make it to the bunker in time? She dashed forwards, head down legs moving faster than they ever had. Her hand reached out for the bunker handle….
The land looked so different from up here, and she was beginning to feel dizzy….Posted By Helen On 03.27.2013 @ 4:22 pm
It’s like relapsing in self harm. You’ve returned to a dark place in your life. It’s not somewhere you should be, but you’ve returned anyway. You can’t help it. It’s just always there. You don’t know what to do about it, but it’s there. You’ve returned. And it welcomes you…Posted By Helen On 03.07.2013 @ 7:19 pm
She stared into his violecent eyes and thought, he must be a fool. She lay back on the soft white pillows, her eyes never leaving his. “This’ll hurt’” he said, leaning over her, knife glinting in the moon light. You bet it will, she thought. Her lips parted just enough to reveal to sharp fangs. “What the fuck!” He jumped back, but not fast enough.Posted By Helen On 01.07.2013 @ 4:27 pm
”now,” he said, ”you can confront yourself with this one thing taking up space in your thoughts now, or you can decide to stay this way.” calm. sane. on the outside. let yourself go. NOW three little letters solving what is wasting your time. the swelling. let your heart grow fond. now. before it’s eaten you up.Posted By helen On 12.26.2012 @ 4:05 pm
Five is a very interesting number. Cinq is the french word for 5, not many words have a “q” not followed by a “u”. I think that’s pretty special. Cinq also sounds like the word stank! As a child, instead of un deux trois quatre cinq six, I would say “un deux trois cat stink”.Posted By Helen On 12.17.2012 @ 11:37 pm
Amanda let out a long whistle under her breath. The danger is now past, she thought, as she watched the creature go stomping by. How had she come to be here? She remembered thinking about that strange world in the book she was reading last night, next minute she was there. Was she dreaming? How was she going to avoid those purple creatures that seemed to be everywhere?Posted By Helen On 11.28.2012 @ 7:57 pm
somebody to take your place in this hat-box that you’ve decided to live in nobody to watch you as you sleep, to rub vix vapour rub on your chill-blanes and cough-stains anybody, anybody to read a story to you, to save you from the darkness that encompasses your mind you’re tired you triedPosted By helen On 11.12.2012 @ 3:38 pm
Sargent Grit stared at the motley group. “Lets be havin ya— Attennnntion!” The boys shuffled their feet and stood up straight. “Call that attention do you? I’ll make soldiers of you yet.” “Or kill us in the process,” mumbled Jack. “That man there,” Major Grit pointed at Jack. “You called?” Jack smirked. “Oh a funny man. Let’s see who’s laughing last – fifty push ups—NOW!Posted By Helen On 11.07.2012 @ 3:56 pm